Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Innocent in Dreams

In the dream, my childhood friend had just gotten a haircut, but apparently hadn't actually seen it yet. It was shaved down to the scalp on one side, and buzzed super close on the other, along with a very kicky sort of stripe-y thing, and when she asked, that's how I described it to her. This freaked her out, because she didn't want it that shaved, and blah-blah-blah, it turned into this whole drama.

Which is how I narrate the dream to Katie, whose first response when I finish is an incredulous, "Wait, you didn't lie and say it looked nice?"

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Grew up in Tucson, moved to New York City in the mid-nineties. I write fiction and poetry, occasionally make music, think thoughts, and dream my dreams. I'm a long-time vegetarian, love to swim and ride bikes.